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Chapter Seventeen: Domination
After creating the Mop Club at the park bench, and getting through the business portion of our inaugural meeting, Haruhi and I moved the action to the Toyohara Love Hotel. As she waited patiently in the lobby, I took care of business at the front desk.
"Pleased to see you, Mr. Smith," Kobi said when I approached. "Miss Jones has not yet arrived."
"She's not coming," I replied. "Today, Miss Miller will be joining me." I motioned toward the gorgeous brunette sitting in the lobby.
Kobi's raised eyebrow didn't surprise me. "Here you are." Neither did his immediate presentation of a room key.
As a special friend of the building's owner, I'd essentially been given carte blanche to do whatever I wanted within the walls of the establishment. One of the nicer features of my fucked-up relationship with Tsuruya was that other women didn't threaten her. She knew our "unique" arrangement held a special place in my heart, and on the back what she liked to call my dance card.
"Would it be possible to get a different room?" I asked.
"The Honeymoon Suite?" Kobi offered, reading my mind.
"Perfect."
The Honeymoon Suite, a spacious windowed corner unit boasting a hot tub, sauna, and a large circular bed, did indeed prove to be the perfect learning environment for Haruhi and me.
I read an article a few years ago about the type of men that sought the services of a dominatrix. You might think strong, dominating women would attract meek, wimpy men. Surprisingly, these ladies more often than not tended to draw individuals in leadership roles; CEO's, business leaders, managers, and military commanders. Being in charge all the time got tiring and exacted certain psychic costs. Turns out some of these guys liked to be told what to do now and then.
I surmised this as the reason Haruhi took to her minion role as a fish took to water. Let's be honest. The girl exuded an aura of tension when she ruled the SOS Brigade. She approached most every task seriously and rarely smiled.
As the official first member of the Mop Club, however, she thrived in ways I couldn't have imagined, exuding an aura of peace and joy, and smiling continually. Alternately, I learned that I liked being in charge. I had the time of my life dominating the girl, but in a loving way.
Our roles were reversed, so I had a good example to imitate, having served under the SOS Brigade general's leadership for so long. My weekly experiences torturing Tsuruya helped a good bit as well. Not to imply that Haruhi's nature approached Tsuruya's level of masochism — it wasn't even close — but Haruhi thoroughly enjoyed being dominated.
The first Mop Club meeting lasted from the morning well into the evening. As the mop stood guard in the corner of the room, we made the mother of all messes. Haruhi, a young woman with needs, was insatiable. Fortunately, my magic dick was up to the challenge and I never tired. I fucked her six ways from Sunday in every way I could think of.
I'm sure Haruhi could have suggested some additional ways she'd like to get fucked, but she refused to relinquish her role as the minion. She didn't make any suggestions, didn't ask any questions, and didn't offer any complaints. Instead, she compliantly followed her President's lead.
Don't get me wrong. It's not like I didn't get any feedback. Haruhi used the currency of moans, smiles, laughs, and giggles to let me know exactly how much she enjoyed each and every thing I did to her.
Taking cues from our three previous sexual encounters, and the experiences I'd gained from my shepherding my harem, I shaped a set of boundaries amenable to my club's number one member. Let me cite some examples.
Unlike Tsuruya who loved being pushed beyond her limits on the torture machines, Haruhi was Tsuruya-Light. She enjoyed getting her bare bottom spanked, and also got off on some light bondage. When Haruhi instinctively grabbed her hands behind her back moments before I planned to violate her anally, I'd unearthed a gem. Haruhi loved having her hands tied behind her back before getting butt-fucked because it reminded her of the first time we performed that act.
In similar ways, I think she got a sense of what I liked. For example, although she excelled at titty-fucking, and her breasts were more than adequate to the task, she didn't have Mikuru's endowments. She was, however, able to match and exceed Ruma's slutful energy when it came to sucking my dick, so she focused on that.
Like Yuki, Haruhi reveled in her nudity. During our lunch and dinner breaks, while I wore one of the white robes provided by the hotel, she preferred to remain unclothed. Later on, when I called room service for a collar, Kobi, as usual, came through like a champ. Haruhi knelt proudly with a wide happy grin when I fastened it around her neck.
She played with the elegant jeweled adornment continually and was thrilled when I informed her this would be her official minion uniform going forward. The necklace graced her throat while we made messes in the hot tub, the sauna, and on the bed.
We parted ways later that evening, satisfied and exhausted. After a short walk through town, we stood on the platform at the train station, waiting for our rides home.
Haruhi wore her white sundress, sandals, and collar. Obeying my command, she carried her bra and panties in the plastic bag at her side.
The mop lay at our feet, clean and unsoiled, a mostly symbolic device, maybe even a mascot. I felt no guilt since the Toyohara Love Hotel staff was far more adept at cleaning up messes than we were.
After a deep satisfying kiss while embraced in each other's arms, Haruhi, with a sparkle in her eye, asked me one last question. "Has the Mop Club meeting ended yet, Mr. President?"
"Almost." I squeezed her full breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, kissed her lips, then stated, "Meeting adjourned."
Haruhi nodded her agreement, removed her collar, and placed it in the plastic bag. After taking a deep breath, her countenance hardened, her spine stiffened, and her lips formed a line.
"Just so you know," she said, reverting back to normal-Haruhi mode, "there will be absolutely no overlap between our two clubs. You run your club the way you see fit, and I'll run my club the way I see fit. They're two separate groups with distinctly different charters."
"I have no problem with that."
"Also, I expect you to keep me fully apprised of the Mop Club's schedule in the same way I keep you apprised of all SOS Brigade activities." She poked me in the chest. "You got that?"
"Of course."
The train pulled up, and its doors opened. Haruhi turned, ran off, and hopped on board.